Joseph

Joseph’s a boy, born when he was twenty
He would never fit in,
He would never be clever,
He would never be pretty
And he would never wear leather

Born to a hooker who OD’d at the birth
Joseph was alone, abandoned on earth

From 1 to 12,
From home to home,
His knowledge grew,
But he remained alone

By the age of 12 he lived on the streets
He and his friend sharing a box
Gazing at the stars
And forever feeling lost

The winter would come, the night would grow colder
He and his friend huddled shoulder to shoulder

Still only 15, Joseph woke one night,
To witness a gang in a brutal fight
He struggled over for just one look,
It was his friend, battered to fuck

He collapsed to the ground
Put the bloody head on his knees
He tried to cry, but could barely breathe

Joseph had waited for 15 years
For just one break, and an end to his tears

He rocked his body from side to side
As his friends warm blood soaked the snow like a theme park ride

His body lost heat
And his eyes slowly closed
Joseph stopped rocking,
As he peacefully froze